unicorn prince/ss

holi soy abril, un unicornio que dibuja y demases ~

(Fuente: spagheckie, vía kidney-stoner)

redeyednblue: Embroidery on canvas by Ana Teresa Barboza

redeyednblue:

Embroidery on canvas by Ana Teresa Barboza

hannahscupofcare: Human Heart Embroidery on Flickr.

hannahscupofcare:

Human Heart Embroidery on Flickr.

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
—   Jack Kerouac 

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MIA - Paper Planes

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a veces me veo como uno de mis dibujos

“You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that.”
—   Warsan Shire 

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hamacas 

hamacas 

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caminitos. digital.

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gonks: I feel everything. From the bath water that’s slightly too cold, to the pain in that old man’s eyes as he walks through the street and wonders how he came to be so alone. I think such small and intricate thoughts; untouched blades, so dangerously sharp. These thoughts cut the deepest and yet a part of me craves to swim in a river of red. I want to watch myself bleed in the comfort of knowing I’m not alone and nor are the hidden droplets of life that no one else has thought to look for. That’s why shallow people are often so beautifully pristine - they are thinkers of common thoughts: blunt knives that cut no deeper into their smooth skin than the hands that caress their bodies.  Lonely are the sufferers.

gonks:

I feel everything. From the bath water that’s slightly too cold, to the pain in that old man’s eyes as he walks through the street and wonders how he came to be so alone. I think such small and intricate thoughts; untouched blades, so dangerously sharp. These thoughts cut the deepest and yet a part of me craves to swim in a river of red. I want to watch myself bleed in the comfort of knowing I’m not alone and nor are the hidden droplets of life that no one else has thought to look for. That’s why shallow people are often so beautifully pristine - they are thinkers of common thoughts: blunt knives that cut no deeper into their smooth skin than the hands that caress their bodies. 

Lonely are the sufferers.